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Despite the fact that NO ONE I know wanted me to go here.... I went. :P So there. I begrudge no one if they don't want to read this. Hell, I don't think a single one of my friends read my last Whose Line story, so I certainly don't expect you to read this.
Title: Aftermath
Author: Clay
Pairing: Nathan/Sean
Rating: let's go with PG-13
Warnings: Very slight spoilers for the BDM
Summary: Aftermath of the kiss. Because if no one was going to tackle it, I sure as Hell had to.
Disclaimer: Purely speculation. No harm intended. How much would I have to pay to have Sean for a night?
"So..." Sean drawls when they're finally away from the press, seated in the theatre, the first scenes of the movie coloring their skin in silvers and golden-blues, making them almost glow in the dim light, "...what was that about?"
"What was what about?" Nathan doesn't take his eyes off the screen.
Sean glances to it briefly, but he's seen this scene a millions times. He’s in this scene after all. He looks back to the man seated beside him. "You know."
Nathan flickers his eyes over Sean. His brow is furrowed and his attention is still mostly on the movie, and it hits Sean with a gut twisting suddenness that Nathan really has no idea what he's referring to. He feels childish, ashamedly stupid, and he's very glad for the near blackness hiding his blush.
"Never mind."
But he's gotten Nathan's attention now; waving the inquiry off is out of the question.
"No, really. What's up?" Nathan has turned in his seat, and next to him Jewel looks on curiously. Sean shakes his head, voice lowering.
"Really, it's nothing."
"Sean..."
"Nathan..." Sean finds himself returning, the hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
And Nathan smiles in return, but in an instant it's gone. He leans in close, mindful of the people surrounding them to whisper, "Tell me what's wrong." Nathan's breath tickles the shell of his ear, and Sean can't suppress the shiver that slides down his spine.
Nathan catches and holds his gaze, and as much as Sean would like to look away, he can't. Something about Nathan draws him, like a moth to a flame, flying willfully, happily to his death.
"It's..." he swallows reflexively and echoes Nathan's earlier movement, leaning in say, "that kiss."
Nathan pulls back and blinks at him a moment before breaking out in a huge grin. "Oh that?" It's said loud enough to gain disapproving yet curious stares, and Nathan lowers his voice immediately, cringing in apology. He's still smiling, however, as he explains in a whisper, "That was just a bit of fun. I didn't make you uncomfortable...?"
"Oh, no," Sean hurries to assure him. And now he can't look at Nathan, not when embarrassment has him wishing he could melt into the seat or just jump up and run away. It was a joke. Of course.
"You didn't..." Nathan starts, but Sean is staring resolutely at the screen, admiring the enormous Serenity logo, a symbol of everything they'd worked so hard to attain.
Suddenly Nathan's hand is on his, fingers warm as they wrap around his wrist.
"Come on," he says, giving the slightest tug. "We have to talk."
Sean shrugs. "The movie," he says by way of argument.
"You've seen the movie already."
"We can't leave."
"This won't take long."
And then Nathan is forcing him up and out of his seat, following shortly after and Sean has no option but to let himself be herded into the aisle and out of the theatre or risk the wrath of hundreds of disgruntled movie goers while making quite the spectacle.
Sean has always prided himself on his ability to not make a spectacle, he reflects, feeling Nathan's palms on his back, warm even through his shirt and jacket, the slight pressure urging him up the slope of the aisle. A healthy amount of shyness has left him with a somewhat subdued nature, an effort to not attract too much attention when not under the cloak of one character or another. The veneer cracks at times; when he's excited, like tonight, high on adrenaline, giddy with the knowledge that all their fighting was not in vain, but even then he manages to keep a certain amount of control.
Just not around Nathan.
The moment Nathan walks into a room Sean can feel him. He has a presence, subtle but powerful that infects everyone around him. Sean's entire demeanor changes when faced with other man; his eyes alight with love and respect. He knows it. And he hates it.
Nathan doesn't just crack his shell, he demolishes it, leaving Sean to scrabble for the pieces, hastily trying to reform some sort of self respect, and more often than not failing miserably.
In his mind's eye Sean can see the interview of not an hour earlier, ducking his head at the memory as Nathan steers him away from the crowd still lingering in the lobby toward a dimly lit hallway in the belly of the theatre.
He'd felt he'd been holding together fairly well in spite of his inexorable excitement... and then Nathan had just come out of nowhere and kissed him.
In the blink of an eye he'd transformed into a fucking school girl with a crush, bouncing on the balls of his feet, smiling dreamily at Nathan's retreating back, loving the playful smirk aimed his way before Nathan really disappeared into the crowd, and oh God, had he actually squealed? Maybe not quite but it was damn close. And right, Sean thinks, a wry smile flitting across his lips, it was all caught on film.
Luckily Nathan hadn't hung around long enough to see the shameful display, and Sean had gotten over it quickly enough, actor's instincts pushing it all to the back of his mind as he remembered he had been in the middle of answering a question.
But it is all coming back full force now as Nathan finally removes his hands, letting Sean stop. The hallway is deserted and silent save the muted score of some action film or other bleeding through the wall. Sean leans back against that wall, feeling the bass hum vibrate along his spine.
Nathan is watching him, but Sean refuses to meet his gaze. He stares at a spot on the base board across the way. The paint is chipped, white primer showing through. Sean lifts one hand to his face unconsciously, stroking his index finger over his lower lip, trapped in thought.
“So...” Nathan says when they’d stood there in silence for a full minute. “What’s up?”
Sean frowns, looking up at Nathan through his lashes, the finger trailing over his lips pausing for just a moment. “You’re the one who wanted to talk.”
Nathan sighs but smiles. “Fair enough.” He hesitates, lips parted, and then glances behind them as though to assure himself that they’re still alone before coming to stand before Sean. Sean watches him. He’d taken the finger into his mouth, nibbling on the tip.
Nathan is very, very close. If Sean wasn’t leaning back, he’s sure their noses would be bumping.
“What did you think that kiss meant?”
Sean shrugs. “I didn’t think anything–“
“Okay,” Nathan cuts in quickly, closing his eyes, his smile going tight. “What did you hope that kiss meant?”
Sean heaves a sigh. Nathan is just too damn good. He drops his hand, staring resolutely at a button on Nathan’s shirt, idly admiring the glint of light over its curved surface.
“Do I really need to answer that?”
“I guess not.”
Sean shuts his eyes, braces himself, trying desperately to calm down, remind himself that this isn’t the end of the world. Nathan isn’t angry. He’s not disgusted. He’s just going to tell Sean that he doesn’t feel the same and their friendship can continue unhindered.
He can hear Nathan breathing; he’s still so close. “I was just playing.”
“I think I knew that,” Sean starts to say, but Nathan is continuing as though he hadn’t spoken.
“You would know if I wasn’t playing,” he says, “because I would have kissed you like this.”
Sean barely has time to register the words, head jerking up, eyes wide, before Nathan is kissing him.
It is soft, chaste, and Sean will have none of it. It isn’t even a conscious decision, his tongue darting out to caress Nathan’s lips, coaxing him to do the same. Nathan obliges without hesitation. His tongue is in Sean’s mouth, hot and wet wrapped around his own. Nathan’s palms are flat against the wall to either side of him, using it for balance as he leans forward to press their chests together and then pushes upward. The material slides over Sean’s suddenly far too sensitive skin and it feels so good.
Nathan practically towers over him to begin with, but now, raised up, one hand leaving the wall to settle on Sean’s shoulder and push him down very slightly, very gently, he seems far larger than life. Sean tilts his head back in an effort to follow the movement, fully content to let Nathan steer this, let him take Sean however he pleases.
Suddenly Nathan is gone, pulled back. Sean gulps in a breath, shuddering as it releases. He was already keyed up on adrenaline, and the sight of Nathan’s half lidded eyes, his kiss darkened lips pulled into a devious smile isn’t helping in the slightest.
“That kiss,” Nathan says when he’s finally caught his breath, “meant something.” Another smile, a lazy wink and he’s gone, leaving Sean to stare after him feeling very lost.
He gives himself a few minutes to fully compose himself before he heads back to the theatre. Inside he sees the dim outline of Nathan settled back in his seat, eyes on the screen, far too relaxed. How the Hell is going to get through the rest of the movie seated next to him?
On the screen Simon is delivering a very gratifying punch straight to Mal’s jaw. Memories of scenes to come flash through Sean’s mind, ending up on a particularly interesting one revolving around Nathan’s hands clutching his shirt and the cool hard wood of a table beneath him.
Sean smiles.
Title: Aftermath
Author: Clay
Pairing: Nathan/Sean
Rating: let's go with PG-13
Warnings: Very slight spoilers for the BDM
Summary: Aftermath of the kiss. Because if no one was going to tackle it, I sure as Hell had to.
Disclaimer: Purely speculation. No harm intended. How much would I have to pay to have Sean for a night?
"So..." Sean drawls when they're finally away from the press, seated in the theatre, the first scenes of the movie coloring their skin in silvers and golden-blues, making them almost glow in the dim light, "...what was that about?"
"What was what about?" Nathan doesn't take his eyes off the screen.
Sean glances to it briefly, but he's seen this scene a millions times. He’s in this scene after all. He looks back to the man seated beside him. "You know."
Nathan flickers his eyes over Sean. His brow is furrowed and his attention is still mostly on the movie, and it hits Sean with a gut twisting suddenness that Nathan really has no idea what he's referring to. He feels childish, ashamedly stupid, and he's very glad for the near blackness hiding his blush.
"Never mind."
But he's gotten Nathan's attention now; waving the inquiry off is out of the question.
"No, really. What's up?" Nathan has turned in his seat, and next to him Jewel looks on curiously. Sean shakes his head, voice lowering.
"Really, it's nothing."
"Sean..."
"Nathan..." Sean finds himself returning, the hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
And Nathan smiles in return, but in an instant it's gone. He leans in close, mindful of the people surrounding them to whisper, "Tell me what's wrong." Nathan's breath tickles the shell of his ear, and Sean can't suppress the shiver that slides down his spine.
Nathan catches and holds his gaze, and as much as Sean would like to look away, he can't. Something about Nathan draws him, like a moth to a flame, flying willfully, happily to his death.
"It's..." he swallows reflexively and echoes Nathan's earlier movement, leaning in say, "that kiss."
Nathan pulls back and blinks at him a moment before breaking out in a huge grin. "Oh that?" It's said loud enough to gain disapproving yet curious stares, and Nathan lowers his voice immediately, cringing in apology. He's still smiling, however, as he explains in a whisper, "That was just a bit of fun. I didn't make you uncomfortable...?"
"Oh, no," Sean hurries to assure him. And now he can't look at Nathan, not when embarrassment has him wishing he could melt into the seat or just jump up and run away. It was a joke. Of course.
"You didn't..." Nathan starts, but Sean is staring resolutely at the screen, admiring the enormous Serenity logo, a symbol of everything they'd worked so hard to attain.
Suddenly Nathan's hand is on his, fingers warm as they wrap around his wrist.
"Come on," he says, giving the slightest tug. "We have to talk."
Sean shrugs. "The movie," he says by way of argument.
"You've seen the movie already."
"We can't leave."
"This won't take long."
And then Nathan is forcing him up and out of his seat, following shortly after and Sean has no option but to let himself be herded into the aisle and out of the theatre or risk the wrath of hundreds of disgruntled movie goers while making quite the spectacle.
Sean has always prided himself on his ability to not make a spectacle, he reflects, feeling Nathan's palms on his back, warm even through his shirt and jacket, the slight pressure urging him up the slope of the aisle. A healthy amount of shyness has left him with a somewhat subdued nature, an effort to not attract too much attention when not under the cloak of one character or another. The veneer cracks at times; when he's excited, like tonight, high on adrenaline, giddy with the knowledge that all their fighting was not in vain, but even then he manages to keep a certain amount of control.
Just not around Nathan.
The moment Nathan walks into a room Sean can feel him. He has a presence, subtle but powerful that infects everyone around him. Sean's entire demeanor changes when faced with other man; his eyes alight with love and respect. He knows it. And he hates it.
Nathan doesn't just crack his shell, he demolishes it, leaving Sean to scrabble for the pieces, hastily trying to reform some sort of self respect, and more often than not failing miserably.
In his mind's eye Sean can see the interview of not an hour earlier, ducking his head at the memory as Nathan steers him away from the crowd still lingering in the lobby toward a dimly lit hallway in the belly of the theatre.
He'd felt he'd been holding together fairly well in spite of his inexorable excitement... and then Nathan had just come out of nowhere and kissed him.
In the blink of an eye he'd transformed into a fucking school girl with a crush, bouncing on the balls of his feet, smiling dreamily at Nathan's retreating back, loving the playful smirk aimed his way before Nathan really disappeared into the crowd, and oh God, had he actually squealed? Maybe not quite but it was damn close. And right, Sean thinks, a wry smile flitting across his lips, it was all caught on film.
Luckily Nathan hadn't hung around long enough to see the shameful display, and Sean had gotten over it quickly enough, actor's instincts pushing it all to the back of his mind as he remembered he had been in the middle of answering a question.
But it is all coming back full force now as Nathan finally removes his hands, letting Sean stop. The hallway is deserted and silent save the muted score of some action film or other bleeding through the wall. Sean leans back against that wall, feeling the bass hum vibrate along his spine.
Nathan is watching him, but Sean refuses to meet his gaze. He stares at a spot on the base board across the way. The paint is chipped, white primer showing through. Sean lifts one hand to his face unconsciously, stroking his index finger over his lower lip, trapped in thought.
“So...” Nathan says when they’d stood there in silence for a full minute. “What’s up?”
Sean frowns, looking up at Nathan through his lashes, the finger trailing over his lips pausing for just a moment. “You’re the one who wanted to talk.”
Nathan sighs but smiles. “Fair enough.” He hesitates, lips parted, and then glances behind them as though to assure himself that they’re still alone before coming to stand before Sean. Sean watches him. He’d taken the finger into his mouth, nibbling on the tip.
Nathan is very, very close. If Sean wasn’t leaning back, he’s sure their noses would be bumping.
“What did you think that kiss meant?”
Sean shrugs. “I didn’t think anything–“
“Okay,” Nathan cuts in quickly, closing his eyes, his smile going tight. “What did you hope that kiss meant?”
Sean heaves a sigh. Nathan is just too damn good. He drops his hand, staring resolutely at a button on Nathan’s shirt, idly admiring the glint of light over its curved surface.
“Do I really need to answer that?”
“I guess not.”
Sean shuts his eyes, braces himself, trying desperately to calm down, remind himself that this isn’t the end of the world. Nathan isn’t angry. He’s not disgusted. He’s just going to tell Sean that he doesn’t feel the same and their friendship can continue unhindered.
He can hear Nathan breathing; he’s still so close. “I was just playing.”
“I think I knew that,” Sean starts to say, but Nathan is continuing as though he hadn’t spoken.
“You would know if I wasn’t playing,” he says, “because I would have kissed you like this.”
Sean barely has time to register the words, head jerking up, eyes wide, before Nathan is kissing him.
It is soft, chaste, and Sean will have none of it. It isn’t even a conscious decision, his tongue darting out to caress Nathan’s lips, coaxing him to do the same. Nathan obliges without hesitation. His tongue is in Sean’s mouth, hot and wet wrapped around his own. Nathan’s palms are flat against the wall to either side of him, using it for balance as he leans forward to press their chests together and then pushes upward. The material slides over Sean’s suddenly far too sensitive skin and it feels so good.
Nathan practically towers over him to begin with, but now, raised up, one hand leaving the wall to settle on Sean’s shoulder and push him down very slightly, very gently, he seems far larger than life. Sean tilts his head back in an effort to follow the movement, fully content to let Nathan steer this, let him take Sean however he pleases.
Suddenly Nathan is gone, pulled back. Sean gulps in a breath, shuddering as it releases. He was already keyed up on adrenaline, and the sight of Nathan’s half lidded eyes, his kiss darkened lips pulled into a devious smile isn’t helping in the slightest.
“That kiss,” Nathan says when he’s finally caught his breath, “meant something.” Another smile, a lazy wink and he’s gone, leaving Sean to stare after him feeling very lost.
He gives himself a few minutes to fully compose himself before he heads back to the theatre. Inside he sees the dim outline of Nathan settled back in his seat, eyes on the screen, far too relaxed. How the Hell is going to get through the rest of the movie seated next to him?
On the screen Simon is delivering a very gratifying punch straight to Mal’s jaw. Memories of scenes to come flash through Sean’s mind, ending up on a particularly interesting one revolving around Nathan’s hands clutching his shirt and the cool hard wood of a table beneath him.
Sean smiles.
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